Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 234: Poetry as Evidence
In the quiet room, two breaths rose and fell.

The dim yellow light from the desk lamp cast a soft and ambiguous glow, like a thin veil enveloping the two of them.

A sly smile played on Hu Xiaobei's lips, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a mischievous glint in the dim light.

He deliberately slowed his movements, his warm lips hovering lightly above An Xiaoqian's tongue, as light as a feather.

Each barely perceptible breath felt like an invisible hand gently plucking at the strings of her heart.

An Xiaoqian's face flushed red, her eyes initially filled with anticipation, her pupils sparkling with a touching light.

But as time ticked by, Hu Xiaobei continued to tease and flirt, showing no intention of making any further moves.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly; she knew perfectly well that Hu Xiaobei was teasing her again.

An Xiaoqian slowly withdrew her tongue, glared at Hu Xiaobei, pouted, and let out a dissatisfied "humph" from her nose.

Hu Xiaobei, oblivious to the danger, couldn't resist teasing her again after seeing her adorable appearance.

An Xiaoqian gritted her teeth, her head spinning, and filled with resentment and anger, she bit down hard on Hu Xiaobei's shoulder.

However, the force weakened slightly before the teeth and shoulders made contact, and when the teeth bit down on the shoulder, the force was subconsciously reduced.

As a result, only a faint mark could be left on Hu Xiaobei's shoulder.

"hiss--"

Hu Xiaobei shuddered and gasped for breath, then exhaled intermittently, feigning pain in a low voice, but his acting was very half-hearted.

Seeing his exaggerated manner, An Xiaoqian turned her face to the side, her nose twitching slightly, feeling both wronged and embarrassed: "You're so mean...you just like to bully me..."

Hu Xiaobei quickly moved closer to comfort her, his nose sometimes lightly brushing against An Xiaoqian's nostril, sometimes gently tapping her nose, and coaxing her in a soft voice, "Yes, I just like to tease you, so what?"

His tone was full of teasing and ambiguity, and his warm breath struck An Xiaoqian's heart directly.

An Xiaoqian's heart skipped a beat again, and she thoroughly enjoyed it.

She gave a soft hum and looked directly at Hu Xiaobei, who had a smile on his face.

Suddenly, her hands shot out like lightning, firmly clamping down on Hu Xiaobei's head and cheeks.

An Xiaoqian looked at Hu Xiaobei triumphantly, a smirk playing on her lips: "Serves you right for bullying me. Now it's my turn to bully you too."

After saying that, she pouted her little mouth smugly and, imitating Hu Xiaobei's previous actions, slowly moved closer while trying to control the distance between them.

Hu Xiaobei smiled, revealing his teeth, but kept them closed in a defensive posture.

An Xiaoqian didn't understand the deeper meaning, but instead announced triumphantly, "I'm going to put a stamp on your mouth. From now on, you're mine!"

After saying that, she imitated Hu Xiaobei's previous actions and deliberately blew a few fragrant breaths towards him.

Then she slowly moved closer to his lips and gently kissed him.

However, because Hu Xiaobei kept smiling and showing his teeth, his jaw was closed.

If you want to kiss, you need to open your mouth a little bit.

An Xiaoqian had no experience, and even though she slowed down, their teeth still inevitably clinked together slightly as their lips met.

A mild pain shot through their lips, causing them to freeze simultaneously.

Hu Xiaobei pursed his lips, his chest trembling slightly, and with a few 'hissing' sounds, he couldn't hold back his laughter, which escaped intermittently from his nose.

Although the sound was extremely soft, it filled An Xiaoqian with a mixture of shame and indignation, causing her ear tips to turn bright red instantly, the redness spreading all the way down to her neck.

Having finally mustered the courage to launch two offensives, the results were both disastrous.

She had been going all out, but her spirits waned, and she lost her nerve. Her hands unconsciously loosened their grip.

Just as she was about to turn her face away, Hu Xiaobei reached out and pinched her chin again, their foreheads lightly touching and their noses brushing together. An Xiaoqian refused to fall for his tricks again, only frowning slightly, pursing her lips, her cheeks puffing out slightly, and glaring at him with annoyance.

Hu Xiaobei first used the same trick again, and then whispered sweet nothings in his ear.

He then whispered warm breath into her blushing ear, his voice deep and gentle: "Xixi, I won't laugh anymore. I was wrong just now. This time, I... I'm going to get serious."

An Xiaoqian felt a tickling sensation in her ears, a sensation that was both pleasant and uncomfortable, and her body involuntarily tensed up slightly.

But as Hu Xiaobei lightly licked her earlobe, she felt a warm and moist sensation, her heart trembled, and her whole body gradually softened.

Hu Xiaobei leaned forward slightly and gently kissed An Xiaoqian's smooth forehead.

Then he kissed her delicate cheeks and the tip of her high nose, before finally stopping his kiss on her lips.

When An Xiaoqian first experienced this sensation, she was so weak from the kiss that she trembled uncontrollably.

Hu Xiaobei tried hard to suppress his inner impulse, reached out and gently pinched An Xiaoqian's chin again, rubbing it slightly downwards.

He smiled gently and repeated his earlier words: "Silly girl, I'll teach you how to kiss. Be good and stick out your little tongue."

An Xiaoqian was so engrossed in the kiss that she didn't think much or care.

Her little mouth, which was being rubbed open again, was slightly open, and her eyes were filled with Hu Xiaobei's image. Her mind was no longer able to think, and she just followed his words and subconsciously stuck out a little bit of her tongue.

Hu Xiaobei, however, was in no hurry. Instead, he gazed at An Xiaoqian with deep affection. After their breaths mingled for a few seconds, he softly asked, "Be good, let me have a taste, okay..."

An Xiaoqian's body went limp and trembled, emitting a barely audible soft "hmm" sound.

Hu Xiaobei smiled slightly, parted his lips slightly, and slowly, bit by bit, took in the long-protruding little tongue.

This time, his kiss was gentle and patient. He first took An Xiaoqian's delicate tongue into his mouth and gently sucked on it a few times to satisfy his craving.

He held her slightly trembling lower lip in his mouth, caressing it tenderly with a hint of longing, his tongue occasionally licking her lips, causing An Xiaoqian to tremble slightly all over.

Under Hu Xiaobei's gentle advances and guidance, An Xiaoqian's hands unconsciously climbed onto his neck, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Hu Xiaobei took the opportunity to probe in, entwining his tongue with hers, sometimes gently sucking, sometimes moving it nimbly, guiding her little by little.

Their hearts pounded against each other's chests, their breathing quickened, creating an ambiguous rhythm that gradually pushed the intimate atmosphere in the room to its climax.

The dim lamplight cast an ambiguous glow, and on the mottled wall, two figures became increasingly intertwined.

At this moment, I only wish we could become one.

In this tender atmosphere, the two could not contain their emotions, and their love spread like a tide, as they were immersed in the fusion of their bodies and minds.

This is not just a physical union, but a deep connection of souls.

This love is intense and passionate, as evidenced by the poem:

Her lips parted slightly, her heart trembled, and the fragrance of lilacs secretly wafted through the jade pool.

The young man lowered his chin, enticing her to cross the fragrant river; her jade-like arm lightly encircled his neck.

Her crimson lips lightly nibbled at the jade-like fragments, her fair teeth subtly holding the freshness of amber.

The fragrant saliva touched the icy skin like a shiver, and the nimble tongue slowly explored the snowy waves.

They nourish each other with nectar that melts the icy marrow, and intertwine with jade liquid that stirs the snow spring.

Her soft, fragrant body swayed gently as she turned, her slender hands, like spring onions, tousled her cloud-like hair.

Her eyes shimmered with emotion as she spoke hesitantly, her breath coming in soft gasps as her hair grew damp.

Their love was so intense they could hardly contain themselves; her purple robe half-concealed the moonlight, who knew all too well.

(End of this chapter)